Smoking
Leaning on a wall
laughing hoarsely
eyes bleary and
half-closed from smiling
—or is it a smirk?
Ashes float down.
He doesn’t have a mother
he must go to sleep
alone in his room
with the door closed
as the television echoes
from another room.
Leaning on a wall
laughing hoarsely
eyes bleary and
half-closed from smiling
—or is it a smirk?
Ashes float down.
He doesn’t have a mother
he must go to sleep
alone in his room
with the door closed
as the television echoes
from another room.
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